I grew up on cowboy movies. Roy Rogers was my favourite cowboy. This morning I've been visualising a scene where a stage coach driver is struggling to control four or more horses who are running at full gallop. There is a sense that up ahead there is a cliff, but how far ahead is unknown. One horse sets its face in one direction and pulls with all his might, against another to which he is tethered, pulling in the other direction. The driver is exhausted, trying to calm the horses, get them to work together, avert any danger of going over the cliff.
Suddenly beside the driver is Another. Quietly he reaches out and takes the reins. The driver at first looks fierce and wild, shouting to Another, waving arms, barking instructions. His fears and remonstrations are quieted instantly, however, when The Other looks at him, a look of love. Trust me, that look says. Sit back and enjoy the exhilaration of the ride. I know where the cliff is and we shall not go over it. I understand the needs of each of these horses and I can meet their needs. I am the ultimate horse-whisperer. Enjoy the ride as you trust me, as you see what I can do.
I am that crazed driver. Are you? Today, as each horse pulls, I am going to be thankful that The Other, Jesus, is holding the reins, guiding the stagecoach, protecting the passengers.
Trust and gratitude. My words for the day.
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